Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;